Marvel world code name ghost

"On the front lines of war, fighting alongside our warriors, is Captain America."

"A blend of traditional values ​​and exciting science and technology, Captain America is terrifying to everyone who hears it."

"When times get tougher, when hope hangs in the balance, he's the one who leads us out. He's out there fighting for our country's freedom, and he won't stop."

In a dimly lit cabin, a voice similar to the narration of documentaries from the 1940s and 1950s was faintly heard.

click

Suddenly, a big hand stretched out from the darkness and tapped the keyboard. The screen suddenly stopped and turned into a black screen. A young and handsome male face was reflected on the screen.

He sat up straight, picked up the file bag on the table, and pulled out the thick documents inside. It was surprisingly information about all members of the Howling Commandos during World War II.

He flipped through page after page, and the blood-red words on the document became more and more dazzling, making the man feel even more depressed.

deceased deceased deceased

Until he turned to a woman's information, his hand stopped and his fingertips trembled slightly. Looking at the heroic figure in the photo, the man's eyes became increasingly hazy.

He looked at the information in the lower right corner of the document and learned that the other party was still alive, but already old and seriously ill. There is also information about her on it.

Current address: 57j Merryweather, Winchester, England.

Phone: 020794603560

The man looked up at the old-fashioned telephone placed at the door, stared at it for a long time, then lowered his head again and sighed softly.

Then, he continued to scroll down and saw the late Howard Stark and his son Tony Stark.

After staring at the moustachioed man in the picture for a moment, the man's eyes gradually moved downwards and saw the address of the other party's Stark Industries. Then he put on his clothes and walked out.

He was walking on the bustling street, and the retro jacket he wore was completely out of the world with the fashionable attire of the pedestrians around him. He was already out of touch with this era.

The man looked at everything around him: the new concept car in the cabinet display window, the compact and convenient smartphone, the huge and bright LED display screen. These things made him a little dazzled and his mood became increasingly depressed.

Finally, he came to an outdoor cafe downstairs in the Stark Industrial Building, sat on a comfortable chair, took out a pen and paper from his trouser pocket, then looked up at the landmark building in front of him, and started drawing steadily.

"Are you waiting for that superhero?"

A pretty waitress came to the table and asked softly while refilling his cup of coffee.

"What?" The man was a little confused. He stopped the brush in his hand, raised his head and looked at the other person with some doubts.

"Most of the people sitting here are here to admire the heroic appearance of the big man." The waiter shrugged, a small dimple appeared on his cheek.

After hearing the other party's answer, the man still didn't quite understand it. He could only smile slightly awkwardly, then took out his tip and prepared to leave.

“You can stay here for a long time, there’s no queue anyway, and there’s free wifi.”

“Wifi radio?”

It was another new term. The man frowned, then picked up a notebook and wrote it down, and asked curiously.

Upon hearing the customer's question, the waitress who had walked to other tables turned to look at the other person and gave the weird person a weird smile.

"Silly boy, you want her phone number at this time." An old man sitting behind the man turned his head and said in a somewhat resentful tone.

The man felt increasingly unable to fit into their world, so he put away his drawing book. Just as he was about to leave, he found an Asian man in black sitting opposite him.

"That girl is interested in you." Ron looked at the slightly confused man in front of him and explained with a smile, "You should take the initiative to chat with her."

"You're talking to me." Hearing the other party's words, the man was slightly startled, and then sat down again. Looking at the handsome oriental man in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a little confused.

"The painting is good. I want to learn it too, but I can't calm down." Ignoring the other party's question, Ron looked at the sketch in the drawing book and admired slightly.

"Excuse me, do I know you?"

"Oh, sorry, Ron, just call me Ron." Facing the man's doubts, he showed a look of realization, then stretched out his right hand and looked at the man.

"" The man looked at the slender fingers in front of him, and then at the stranger with a sincere face opposite him. After pondering for a moment, he stretched out his hand and shook it, "Steve, Steve Rogers."

"Steve Rogers" Ron murmured the name, and then said with a smile, "Your name has been heard in the streets and alleys of this city, and your deeds are celebrated in all the museums in this city."

"Sorry." The man frowned, obviously shocked that the other party could know his identity through his name.

"You are a living legend. The world is praising you, but when you actually appear next to them, they turn a blind eye."

"Sir" felt something was not quite right, Steve interrupted the sigh of the mysterious man in front of him and drank in a low voice.

"I have to say that this is the tragedy of this era." Ignoring the other party's serious expression, Ron continued to talk to himself.

"Sir, who are you?" Steve finally couldn't bear it any longer. He sat up straight, his face alert, and his muscles tensed instantly, ready to explode.

"I'm your fan." Ron said lightly without realizing that he might be in danger of being beaten. "In addition, I came to see you at the request of a friend. Speaking of which, he is also your old friend." Friends."

"Who"

"James Barnes."

"Who so"

"James Barnes, why, don't you remember that your hair is getting smaller? You guys have carried guns together."

"But Bucky is already" Steve was inevitably a little stunned when he heard this incredible news.

"Look at this." Ron knew that the other party would not believe it easily, so he took out his phone and showed him a picture.

"This is"

Steve picked up the phone and looked at the picture of the Winter Soldier with short short hair and high morale. He was so excited that his voice trembled.

"If you still don't believe me, you can come here to find me, alone or with help, it doesn't matter." Seeing the other person's expression, Ron knew that the matter was mostly successful, so he struck while the iron was hot and handed him an address, and then He stood up and left the cafe, disappearing into the crowd.

"Ron Bucky"

Steve clutched the note in his hand tightly, closed his eyes and thought for a moment, calming down his shocked mood. Then he opened his eyes and looked at the address on the note with firm eyes.

Then, he took a deep breath, adjusted his slightly wrinkled jacket, and walked into the vast sea of ​​people.

As night falls, the "Roman Bar" under "Home" lights up the neon lights on the roof, complementing the stars in the sky.

"Do you think he will come?" Barnes shook the wine glass in his hand and asked the man beside him anxiously.

"Yes." Ron replied with enjoyment as he tasted the wine in the glass. Then he turned to look at the somewhat embarrassed Winter Soldier and couldn't help but smile, "Why are you a little nervous?"

"Huh, more or less, after all, we haven't seen each other for decades." Barnes drank the whiskey in one gulp, feeling the fire ignite in his chest, and exhaled heavily.

"you can"

"Sir, here he is."

Just as Ron was about to say something, the voice of the attendant at the door came from the earphones, reminding the guests that they had arrived.

"Let him come in and go directly to the second floor."

Not long after, the door of the private room opened, and a tall figure walked in, looking at the two people with different expressions in the room.

"Babaji"

The visitor saw one of the slightly reserved men, his pupils narrowed, and he exclaimed softly.

"Hi Steve"

Hearing these two affectionate calls, Ron said that his bones were about to go numb. Then looking at the two people looking at each other "affectionately", he chose to leave the private room immediately instead of being a light bulb.

Then, he walked over to Captain America, who was standing blankly at the door, and gently patted his shoulder:

"Have a nice chat."

After saying that, he left the room and closed the door gently, giving the two people in the room enough space to talk.

Ron came to the rooftop of the top floor and looked at the busy street downstairs. He recalled the scene just now and couldn't help but smile.

"It's a joy and joy for the two brothers to meet each other after nearly seventy years."